broken_arrow | The Pieces of Me

By the time they finished breakfast the food had gone cold, but Clint swore it was still better than what he had been living on the past few weeks. Afterwards, as tempting as it was to stay in bed all day, he had struggled into his clothes and met her in the kitchen while she cleaned up. A shower and a change of clothes sounded like about the best thing ever at that point, and he had been pleasantly surprised when she told him he didn’t have to go far to accomplish that.

Despite his absence Tony had made sure that Clint had his own apartment inside the tower as well, and he hadn’t taken care of just the furnishings. There would be clothes in the closet as well, and likely in the proper size. Tony had probably stolen his measurements from his SHIELD file for uniforms.

Clint had insisted that he would be back, that he wasn’t planning to stay in his new place, but Natasha had accompanied him anyway to the room. He didn’t argue.

“Have you seen the place?” he asked as he stopped outside of the door. “Should I be scared?”

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Natasha had meant it when she said she wasn't letting him out of her sight any time soon. Their talk still lingered in her mind. She wasn't sure if anything had actually been resolved or if all they'd done was tug at loose threads only to leave them hanging. She also knew that behind this door lay another secret.

Natasha's apartment had been void of anything personal because she had been too busy using her stealth and covert skills to get items from Clint's into his apartment here at The Avengers Tower. When he asked her what he was going to think she had to bite her lip for a second before offering a smile. "No, not at all. I hope you like it."

There had been a ritual in moving his things. If she kept decorating his apartment, making it more his space then he would come back. He had to come back. Natasha hadn't actually realised how much she had managed to move until he opened the door. It suddenly hit her how long she had been spending on it, in his space with his things.

"I tried to get what I could," she finally said quietly.

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